Genie man, I wish I had just one more friend
Just my type, knows what I like
No speaking until spoken to
Sitting in the sunshine
To blasted off my high
To think about the goods times
I’ve always had by my side
Do you believe in the Serengeti
I’m watching TV until I’m ready
Not leaving my seat and I’m getting heavy
And I’m in paradise
Simple like a thought of rapture in the attic
Just waiting to be captured resting in static
Everything’s as planned with the scheduled programming
I can see on my screen
All my dreams on a pixelated canvas beaming
Do you believe in the Serengeti
I’m watching TV until I’m ready
Not leaving my seat and I’m getting heavy
And I’m in paradise